All you think of is your comfort and your despair In universal beauty your decadence you shareAmidst a circular rainbow crackles a fire A Nebraska Sky Disk in possession of a liarIt's easy to be omniscient when you've seen it all before Easier to die when you've lived through a plight no more Chaos is …
A nerve-wracking interview with the highest sakes. Filled with nervous excitement, a bid to impress and the pressure to not screw-up, I and my glorious interviewers came up with a brilliant solution. Poetry.
The imperial empress penned poems on sliding doorsThe gulf of grief that refused to swallow herNow let the stream of life sweep her onStealing the glamour from all impending dusks and dawns On a quest for her spent soul in a crumbling palace of jadeResisting the urges for picturesque scenarios to fadeTreading in the royal …
Flying over the no time zone Floating over altitudes high Swarmed by the endless clouds I see the shipwrecks in the sky
Gliding soundlessly through the bleak nightThe haunted souls were weary of the lightsTheir days were wakeful with the plightsTheir nights sleepless with these barefoot strides A beautiful oak with crumbling leavesHad just begun shedding it's mightReminiscing passions that were bound to grieveIt rooted strongly for those benign delights In this lane abundant with streetlightIt gave …
With a rapture akin to fear, a day becomes longer than a year.
The smoke curling up the screenFlat against the surface sheen I prop my elbows on the stoolResting my face in my handsTo watch the great blaze like a foolWho smiles softly as the ashes land Realising reality makes it less realIdolizing it makes it even less ideal I wonder if the rain looked alike ten …
A sale in souls went badCompensated by the breaths they had They saw that cold fire glowBut they didn't feel the warmth just the snowToo close would be to burnToo distant would be to yearn A border is where that comfort is bornNeither indifference; nor understandingFloating gently and not harsh landing I shut my eyes …
The moon was wet on that rainy dayIt searched for shades in the clouds that swayedThe robes of silken light too rich to be drenchedThe bewitching figure hides as the heavens sweat Nothing spends like it's purposeless exhaustionWhen it's feelings are tossed hot on a plate to caterOnly to be cold and stale when served …
On the edge of a sleepWhere nightmares lurkYou recite routes with eyes deep shutDespair delayed makes up for hope not seenIt's too early to ask you how have you been Sadly you can't spy on yourselfYour truths lie prominently on an ornamental shelfHowever ugly or out of formTastes were always subject to scorn or reform …
Certainly Doubtful 